Wednesday, June 18, 2014
Laura sat neatly on the very edge of Mr.Tiller's shabby green sofa. She watched in silence as he poured a few crunchy nuggets into an old blue dish.
"I just love to watch him play in the yard", he said with a nostalgic smile on his face.
Laura followed the old man's gaze to the back door but there was no yard, only the brick wall of a building next door and some trash blowing in a light summer breeze. She looked back at him, questioningly.
"I know", he said sadly and placed the dish on a faded placemat on the floor. "Bojangles", he called, "Dinner!"